Well damn. Venusaurs were totally weak against ice and burns. His head smashed against the ground, choking under the crushing pressure of Char's hand on his windpipe. It was easy for his rage to be dwarfed by the berserk Fire Type when his attempts at speech, even growls were turned into forced rasps.

The horn grip only tightened as the Charizard thrashed his head around wildly - in trying to free himself from Vinnie's hold, Char was tipping his own center of balance as well. He had to endure the crazed dragon long enough to give that horn a well timed shove to the side. At the same time, the Venusaur's legs - which had up to this point been ignored - locked themselves around the base of his flailing tail, twisting their tangled limbs together so that Char would finally get knocked off his vantage point.

He didn't care about flipping positions again. If Char was starting up the fireworks with his breath, then it didn't matter how many fists Vinnie fed him. He just wanted to be apart and off his back, period.